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1. 1101 巡 Patrolling the Dark 巡黯 GrievetXRMystery389k WordsOngoing Just started gaining ratings. [Contains BL themes, dual male leads] Main pairing: [Subtly obsessive detective × a consultant who's not what he seems]. A crime-solving story. Volume One: Focuses mainly on the tension and clashes between the detective and the consultant. Volume Two onward: The two leads gradually grow closer, the cases involve a wider web of relationships, and various factions begin to emerge. Chaos is frequent, and disasters are man-made. Filth piles up, corruption takes root. Ye 6Reads6.5Score102Shelves
2. 1102 末 Reborn in the Apocalypse, I Turned My Life Around with a Dogshit System 末世重生我靠狗系统翻身 Yan Shuyu颜舒雨Sci-Fi & Apocalypse211k WordsOngoing [Limited Dog System] [Light on Logic] [Consistent Logic] [Extreme Cold] [Zombies] [Evolution] Words of wisdom Lu Xun once said, “A simp is a simp. In the end, he’s left with nothing.” Lu Xun: “I never said that, but it’s true!” Reader 1: “A guy who dares to go all in is a simp. Those who only dare to watch from afar are lookout dogs, while those who only flirt on their phones are digital dogs.” Reader 2: “Your goddess is someone else’s...” Reader 3: “Let’s meet up sometime. I’ll save on pa 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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   I personally think the new book is alright; it's not one of those overly exaggerated systems.

3. 1103 明 Moonlit Flower 明月花 Immortal Xueming雪茗上仙Ancient Romance454k WordsCompleted She once held back a thousand troops with a single sword. Her white robes stained with blood, she was breathtakingly beautiful, more stirring than the setting sun on the city wall. When the battle report reached the Northern Yan camp, the Yan Emperor dropped the wine cup in his hand. “How could a woman like this be hidden in my realm?” I vaguely remember: [They first met on a snowy night. With just a few words, she sent a band of thugs running and saved the escort convoy he was leading. The you 138Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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   Female-centric martial arts novels, suitable for both male and female readers.

4. 1104 双 Twins Return to Their Wealthy Family, and Every Day Is Utter Chaos 双胞胎回归豪门，每天都鸡飞狗跳 Three Flames三个焱Modern Romance195k WordsOngoing [No romance for the protagonist + protagonist's parents are alive + absurd comedy + no main plot, just everyday life] Di Jiangtong and Di Xiaole are three-year-old twins. They were having a pretty happy life in Italy until one day, their parents decided to travel around the world. Without a twinge of guilt, they unhesitatingly sent the girls back to G City to stay with their uncle's family for a while. And just like that, their chaotic daily life made a seamless switch from Italy to G City. 6Reads—Score—Shelves
5. 1105 穿 Transmigrate or Be Reborn? I Choose to Go All In 穿越和重生怎么选，我选择梭哈 Ban Xia Isn't Half a Summer半夏不是一半夏Historical485k WordsCompleted Xie Jinqian, a modern-day corporate drone who worked around the clock, transmigrated to ancient times and became a great general. He drove out the barbarians, expanded the territory of the Great Qian, and became a celebrated hero. He also revived the Xie family and built a business empire with his second brother. But after choosing the wrong side, he was killed. When he woke again, he was the sickly young master of a consort’s family, his face ruined by poison administered since childhood, and d 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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   I recommend a new book; I'm reading it now and it's pretty good!

6. 1106 她 Her Light, Her Cage 她的光，她的笼 Your Humble Servant, Lu在下不才卢某人Two Female Leads282k WordsCompleted The angels of legend: how dazzling they are. Their beauty could make kingdoms fall, but that is only the beginning. Their outstretched wings can carry them to the divine realm, and the halo above each head is both a source of power and a beacon that lets their kin call to one another across the distance. They are a race favored by the gods, born to lofty heights, their true forms beyond the view of mortals who crane their necks to look. But what if an angel lost her wings and her halo? The answe 115Reads6.6Score—Shelves
7. 1107 柳 Liu Fufeng 柳扶风 Big Meow Yue月大喵Modern Romance84k WordsCompleted After my divorce, I went to Shanghai and met on the high-speed train the man I had turned into a symbol. He had once been the only light in my darkness. We had met online, where he was the wise and perceptive “Brother Zhishen.” Now he sat across from me and said, “I’m glad you called me.” But I didn’t dare get close. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. I was too clear-eyed. I knew that gaining something meant losing it. Until that night, when I told him all my secrets: The sins, the pain, and t 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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   I've just written 50,000 words, but it's too lonely playing alone, and there's no one to comment or discuss. Looking for fellow readers to exchange ideas.

8. 1108 副 The Side Effects Are Too Overpowered, and the Villains Beg Me to Stop Collecting Them 副作用太逆天，反派求我别收集了 Watermelon Iced Drink西瓜冰饮Urban414k WordsCompleted [Urban Fantasy] + [Collecting Anomalous Objects] + [Comedy] + [One Heroine] “Mom, why is that person going out with underwear on his head?” “Don't look, honey. That's a pervert!” I just picked up a book. How did I end up branded a thief who “stole” a thousand years of heritage? Now I'm wanted worldwide by a terrifying organization called the Legalists! System Xiao Ai: “Sorry, binding you was a last resort. You're just the backup... I mean, the emergency option.” Then why do other protagonist 17Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Can you give me some advice or something? 😘

9. 1109 魔 Demon Emperor Reborn: The Survival Game on Blue Star 魔帝重生：地蓝星的生存游戏 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅10k WordsCompleted The Demon Emperor Is Reborn: The Survival Game on Blue Star —Reads—Score—Shelves
10. 1110 高 She Burst into My Youth During My Final Year of High School 高三最后一年，她闯进了我的青春 First Sunrise Over Water and Moon水月初阳Urban113k WordsOngoing Senior year, the final year of high school. It should have been a time to study hard and prepare for the college entrance exams, but Lu Qian fell for his classmate Bai An. She was a light that made no sense, piercing his once peaceful life as if it were only natural, barging into his youth with both force and tenderness. That summer of ceaseless cicada calls and autumn of falling leaves, Lu Qian made a decision that defied all reason: Even if the road ahead was uncertain, even if they were desti 136Reads—Score108Shelves

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11. 1111 祖 Three Generations of Women Take Down Three Generations of Scumbags 祖孙三代手撕三代渣男 Loves A Chen喜欢阿嗔Marriage & Romance10k WordsCompleted Three Generations of Grandmothers and Granddaughters Take on Three Generations of Scumbag Men 1Reads—Score—Shelves
12. 1112 都 Who in the City’s Mystic World Can Fix My System Bugs? 都市玄门谁来修下我的系统BUG Boss An Zhi安之老板Mystery156k WordsCompleted There’s a shop devoted to the occult on an old street in Jiangcheng. It’s called Anzhi Tarot Reading. Its owner, Chen Anzhi, is thirty-two. He knows a little tarot, a few occult incantations, and a whole lot about pretending to be an expert. Most days, he just about earns enough to get by with a composed face and a few convincing lines. He used to think the biggest crises in his life would be rent, finding customers, and not getting exposed by one of them on the spot. Then one day, a broken Syst —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    A new urban fantasy novel with plenty of exciting moments! Looking for mutual support! 30+ minutes of positive reviews, added to your bookshelf, and requests for more updates. Please leave a comment about your book when it's finished!

13. 1113 山 The Mysterious Records of Mountains and Seas 山海玄中录 Wu Zang武葬Eastern Fantasy120k WordsOngoing Male-oriented, meme-filled, modern transmigration and cultivation, fantasy, wild imagination, mythical beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The Dragon King son-in-law never meant to transmigrate to the cultivation world and live off a woman, but went from a nobody to the pinnacle of the immortal realm. 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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    New book, low readership, please follow! Features a chuunibyou (delusional) male protagonist, dual transmigration of male and female leads, meme-heavy elements, fantasy cultivation, and a villainous character. Please follow, I'm almost at my breaking point.

14. 1114 但 May the Years Be Peaceful 但愿岁月静好 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅15k WordsCompleted May the years be peaceful and tranquil 3Reads—Score—Shelves
15. 1115 笙 The Song of Flute and Sword 笙箫剑鸣 Le Yu Si Shu乐于思黍Eastern Fantasy239k WordsOngoing 41Reads—Score—Shelves

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    New author, new book, please check it out! 🥺

16. 1116 青 Rifts in the Annals of History 青史裂隙 Snowfall in June, Sending You a Song六月飘雪寄君曲Eastern Fantasy75k WordsOngoing [Historical transmigration + awakened abilities + System + overpowered transformation + unhinged protagonist] A high school student, Yu Yunliang, accidentally enters the river of history after complaining about how dull his history class is. As he travels through the past, he meets historical figures, awakens his own abilities, and discovers his true calling. With order in disarray and danger everywhere, who is Yu Yunliang really? And how can the fabric of history remain stable? —Reads—Score—Shelves
17. 1117 爱 Love Is a Gentle, Drizzling Rain 爱是一场淅淅沥沥的小雨 Loves A Chen喜欢阿嗔9k WordsCompleted Love Is a Drizzly Little Rain —Reads—Score—Shelves
18. 1118 穿 Transmigrating to Honghuang: I Am Dao Yi, Invincible from the Start 穿越洪荒：我，道一，开局无敌 Qiu Yanzhou秋砚舟Eastern Fantasy187k WordsCompleted I, Chen Yi, am a wanderer far from home. All I want is to be a wanderer. One day, I’ll return home. Developing the primordial world is my hope of getting back. If anyone tries to shatter that hope, I’ll shatter them! 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The world ascends to the primordial era

19. 1119 觉 Memories Awaken, and I Rise to the Top of the Police Force 觉醒记忆重现，登顶警界无人能及 Snow-Filled Moonlight雪满月白Mystery261k WordsCompleted Objects tainted by sin all bear invisible traces. He was once the least noticeable intern: mediocre, quiet, and, in everyone’s eyes, the team’s outsider. Until one day, he gained the ability to “see” the secrets criminals could never tell. He rose from the dust, following the traces of sin as his clues and wielding the truth as his blade, tearing away every disguise one step at a time. People call him a “great detective,” but no one knows that the longer he gazes into the abyss, the deeper its u 10Reads—Score—Shelves

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20. 1120 诈 The Dead Rose from the Grave 诈尸了 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅12k WordsCompleted The Corpse Has Come Back to Life 1Reads—Score—Shelves
21. 1121 东 The Five Immortals of the Northeast: Gray Bones 东北五仙之灰骨 Lone Moon00孤月00Mystery248k WordsOngoing By the time Chen Mo turned thirty-eight, he had not left the house in a long time. He believed in the Gray Immortal, because in this family, only the rats could survive. Turn the clock back to the 1970s. Back then, his father, Chen Jianguo, was still a proud railway worker. Disgusted by how “dirty” his rural wife was, he personally abandoned their newborn daughter at a train station. His grandfather used his connections to cover up the scandal, his father used violence to hide his inferiority, a —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Chen Jianguo stood at the door, his back tensing instantly. Hongying glanced at Jianguo, a slight smile playing on her lips, picked up her enamel mug, took a sip of water, and spoke slowly. "Auntie, you'll have to ask Jianguo about this. But let me tell you, that girl is quite pretty—about Jianguo's height, wears two braids, doesn't talk much, but you can tell she's suffered a lot. Ma San bullied her, and Jianguo protected her, that's all." "Where is she from?" "I think it's from Fuyu. I didn't ask which village specifically." "How old is she?" "She looks a little younger than me, about the same age as Jianguo." "What does she do for a living?" "Auntie," Hongying put the enamel mug on the table and smiled, "Are you interrogating her like this? She's just a friend of Jianguo's. Besides, if you ask so many questions, the girl will be embarrassed if she finds out." The old lady leaned back in her chair, her expression complex. She was calculating in her mind—from Fuyu, a rural resident, unemployed, having spent several winters huddled in the waiting room. Normally, she wouldn't even consider him. But today was different. Today, this girl had gotten her second son to fight Ma San—not because she instigated it, but because Jianguo did it for her sake. The old lady had three sons and a daughter. The eldest, Jianye, was always easy to manage; the youngest, Jianjun, though he didn't say it, knew what was going on; and Jianhua, the youngest, was the most pampered. Only the second son, Jianguo, had never given her a moment's peace. Skipping school, not working, spending his days loitering around the station, even refusing to go to the grain store for a week. She'd scolded him for seventeen years, beaten him for seventeen years, to no avail. But today, someone had made him fight for her. Not with the neighborhood kids, but with Ma San—that hoodlum who'd been hanging around the station for five or six years, avoided by everyone. He took a punch protecting the girl, his arm bruised, his eye swollen. He didn't run, he didn't back down. She'd been calling him "good-for-nothing" for years, but today she suddenly realized there was something about him she'd never seen before—not good-for-nothing, but responsibility. Responsibility that allowed him to stand up to someone more ruthless than himself. The old woman leaned back in her chair, looking at her second son standing in the doorway—his blue cotton jacket was torn, his eyes were bruised, and he kept his head down, avoiding her gaze. She suddenly felt this boy seemed to have grown up a bit. Not in height, but in his eyes. Before, his eyes would wander when he looked at people, but today they weren't. She turned her gaze away from Jianguo, picked up her enamel mug, took a sip of water, and swallowed the emotions she didn't know how to express. Then she stood up, walked to the stove, scooped a bowl of lukewarm cornmeal porridge from the pot, and placed it on the table. "Eat. You've been working all day, aren't you hungry?" Chen Jianguo came over and sat down at the table. He picked up the bowl; the porridge was no longer hot, just lukewarm, perfect for a bite. He lowered his head and drank, mumbling an "Mmm." The old lady didn't ask about the girl again. But her eyes lingered on Hongying's face for a moment—a brief glance, but Hongying understood. The old lady meant: Talk to me more about it another day, but don't let Jianguo hear. Hongying picked up the enamel mug, finished the last sip of water, put the mug on the table, and gave a slight upturn of her lips, which was her agreement. Chen Jianhua was doing her homework under the lamp. She was the youngest child in the Chen family, fourteen years old, and in the second year of junior high school at Changchun No. 7 Middle School. The school was located at the intersection of Nenjiang Road and West Second Street in Zhanqian Street, less than a twenty-minute walk from her home. No. 7 Middle School was a complete secondary school, with both junior and senior high sections. The teaching building was an old building left over from the Japanese occupation period, with gray brick walls and tin roofs. The floorboards in the corridors creaked underfoot. In winter, stoves were used in the classrooms. Every morning, the students on duty had to arrive half an hour early to remove the ashes, chop firewood, and light the stoves, filling the classrooms with smoke that made it hard to open one's eyes. Jianhua's deskmate was Wang Fang. Her father worked at the locomotive depot, in the same workshop as Chen Jianjun. The two were close friends and often walked home together after school. Sometimes Wang Fang would go to Chen's house to do her homework, and sometimes Jianhua would go to Wang's house to do hers. But today, they weren't going to do homework. After school, Wang Fang pulled Jianhua to the edge of the playground and whispered in her ear, "No one's home at Zhang Yan's house today. Her sister sent her something from Beijing." Jianhua asked what it was, but Wang Fang wouldn't say, only smiling. It wasn't a funny smile—it was the smile of someone holding back a secret, eager to share it. Jianhua felt a pang of curiosity and went to Zhang Yan's house with Wang Fang after school. Zhang Yan's house was in an old-style railway workers' building on Zhanqian Street, on the third floor, a two-bedroom apartment. Her father worked at the locomotive depot, and her mother was a saleswoman at a grocery store. Today, her father had gone to Shenyang on a train, and her mother was working the night shift, so she was home alone. Three people sat around Zhang Yan's dining table. The curtains were drawn tightly, and a candle was lit on the table. Zhang Yan took something out of a drawer—a piece of cardboard, about the size of a washbasin. A layer of old, slightly yellowed white paper covered the cardboard, its edges worn and frayed. The white paper was densely covered with writing, from "one" to "ten," from "Jia" to "Gui," and scattered characters like "yes," "no," "male," "female," "life," "death," "good," "bad," "return," and "go." In the center of the cardboard was a small, white porcelain dish with a thin crack on the bottom. The dish was upside down on the cardboard, and a red arrow, drawn with nail polish, was drawn on the bottom of the dish; the arrow had faded to a dark red. "A Ouija board," Zhang Yan whispered. "My sister sent it from Beijing. It's all the rage at her school now. It can answer any question—it can tell you anything. Even your grades this semester, it can tell you." Wang Fang rubbed her hands excitedly. "Really?" "We'll see when we try." The three girls stretched out their fingers and placed them on the bottom of the dish. Zhang Yan's fingers were the whitest, her nails neatly trimmed; Wang Fang's fingers were plump, with a small indentation on her knuckles—a scar from frostbite when she was little; Jianhua's fingers were the longest, the tips icy cold—her fingers would get cold when she was nervous. The three index fingers pressed side-by-side next to the faded red arrow, the pressure neither too heavy nor too light—too heavy and the dish wouldn't move, too light and it wouldn't move at all. The candle flame flickered gently in the breeze seeping through the curtains, casting long shadows of the three girls on the wall. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out," Zhang Yan whispered, her voice low, as if afraid the neighbors would hear. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out. Please answer my question, please spin around when you come." The Ouija board didn't move. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out, please answer my question, please spin around when you come." Still nothing. Wang Fang pulled her hand back and shook her wrist. "Is your sister lying to you?" "Impossible. My sister said you have to be sincere. You can't just think about playing around, you have to think about something real." Zhang Yan looked at Jianhua, "Jianhua, think about something. Be serious." Jianhua thought for a moment, and something popped into her mind. It wasn't about not finishing her homework today, it was about her second brother. When she got home from school today, she saw that her second brother had a bruise around his eye and his blue cotton jacket was torn. Her mother was scolding him, and her eldest brother and Sister Hongying were speaking up for him. She sat in the corner and listened for a while, and then she understood—her second brother had gotten into a fight with Ma San in front of the train station, over a girl. She hadn't seen the girl before, only heard Hongying say, "She's quite pretty, but doesn't talk much." Thinking of the girl, she pressed her fingers back onto the plate. "Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out. Ouija board, Ouija board, please come out." The plate moved. It wasn't the wind—the curtains were drawn tightly, and the candle flame was completely still. The plate slid slowly and silently across the cardboard. The three girls gasped simultaneously, looking at each other, none daring to remove their hands from the plate. Zhang Yan's eyes widened, Wang Fang's mouth formed a circle, and Jianhua's heart pounded—she could feel her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. "Did you move it?" Zhang Yan whispered to Wang Fang. "No! I thought you did it." "It wasn't me." They all turned to look at Jianhua. Jianhua shook her head. The three looked at each other, their fingers still on the plate, none daring to remove them. The dish slid again, from "ten" to "nine," from "nine" to "eight," as if testing their courage to continue. Wang Fang's face had turned pale. Jianhua swallowed hard and spoke, his voice trembling slightly but still coherent. "Ouija board, Ouija board, are you an Ouija board spirit?" The dish paused on the word "yes." The pause was so short that they all thought it was an illusion. Then it began to spin—not slide, but spin. The dish slowly and steadily completed a full circle on the cardboard. The circle was perfectly round and steady, unlike the arc that three girls' fingers could control. "You... What's your surname?" The dish slid to the character "Hu" and stopped. Zhang Yan's fingers began to tremble, and the dish trembled with her, the bottom of the dish rubbing against the cardboard with a soft, rustling sound. The crack on the white porcelain dish was particularly clear in the candlelight, like an old scar that had just healed and then cracked again. Wang Fang's voice had changed. "Hu…Third Master Hu? Are you a fox spirit?" Just as she finished speaking, a slight rustling sound came from the corner of the room. It wasn't the wind—the curtains didn't move. It was a book that had turned a page on its own on top of the old wooden box the Zhang family had piled in the corner. The sound was very soft, as soft as someone scratching the paper with their fingernail. The three girls simultaneously turned to look at that corner. The dim candlelight couldn't reach it; only a blurry outline could be seen. Zhang Yan's throat felt like it was being choked; she couldn't make a sound. Wang Fang's fingers had already left the plate; she slumped into her chair, hugging her knees, her lips trembling. The plate was still moving. It was still moving on its own. Two of the three girls' fingers had left; only Jianhua's fingers remained on it. She could feel the plate vibrating slightly under her fingertips—not slipping, but vibrating, like an electric current shooting up from under the plate, crawling up her fingers, up her arm, towards her heart. The plate slid slowly, one character at a time, across the words on the cardboard, pausing after each character as if recognizing them one by one: "Life"—stop. "Death"—stop. "Return"—stop. "Go"—stop. Finally, the plate stopped at the edge of the cardboard, the arrow pointing to a spot not on the cardboard—in Jianhua's own direction. The arrow pointed straight at her chest. Jianhua jerked her hand back. The plate flipped over, hitting the cardboard with a crisp sound. The crack widened slightly, running from the bottom of the plate to its rim. The candle went out. There was no wind—the curtains were drawn tightly, the door was closed, and no wind could get in from outside. The candle simply went out, as if someone had stubbed it out with two wet fingers. A thin wisp of gray smoke rose from the wick, drifted in the darkness for a moment, and was swallowed by the darkness. In the darkness, only the panting of three girls and Zhang Yan's choked voice finally managing to utter a single word: "Ah." The sound was very soft, so soft that only the three people huddled in the room could hear it. It wasn't a scream, but a thin, sharp breath squeezed out after her throat was choked, like a small animal squeaking in the corner after its tail had been stepped on. The night was already very deep. The sky in front of Changchun Station was still a vast expanse of gray, the clouds hanging low, obscuring the moon and stars. The streetlights swayed in the wind, their dim yellow glow undulating, illuminating the icy road surface and making the cracks in the ice look like countless eyes of the earth. In the alley of Sandao Street, someone's dog suddenly barked twice, then stopped. The carp sculpture in the circular pond in the station square remained silent in the darkness, the icicles hanging from its mouth growing longer and longer, gleaming cold white in the dim light of the streetlights. A clanging sound echoed from the distant shunting yard, each strike like the beating of a giant tin drum. Inside Old Chen's house, Chen Jianguo lay on the kang (heated brick bed), the blanket pulled up to his chest, his eyes open. The bruise near his eye had subsided, but he was still thinking about the day. Not about Ma San, but about Xiulian. She had helped him up at the baggage room door; the strength of her fingers, transmitted through his blue cloth jacket, was firm and steady. She handed him a handkerchief, a crooked little flower embroidered at the edge. When he returned the handkerchief, his fingers touched hers—cool. Was she cold in the waiting room? The radiators were long gone. The tofu pudding and fried dough sticks she ate today should be enough, but what about tomorrow? He turned over. Then he heard a sound—very soft, coming from outside the door, like someone walking barefoot on the floor of the main room, step by step, as light as a cat. He listened intently. Footsteps reached his door and stopped. Then came a very soft knock, not like a finger, but like fingernails scraping against a wooden board. "Second Brother," it was Jianhua's voice, extremely low, with a hint of a sob, "Are you asleep?" Chen Jianguo sat up. "No. Why aren't you asleep?" The door opened a crack. Jianhua was wearing her floral pajamas, her hair loose over her shoulders, clutching a pillow. She hadn't turned on the light, just stood in the doorway, moonlight streaming through the curtains onto her face—her face was pale, her lips trembling slightly, and there was something in her eyes he had never seen on his sister's face before. Not fear, but something deeper. "Second Brother," her voice trembled, "I just... I just played with a Ouija board with my classmates. At Zhang Yan's house." Chen Jianguo pulled back the covers. "What kind of spirit?" "The Ouija board spirit." She hugged the pillow to her chest, her fingers clenched tightly. "We asked it its surname. It pointed to the character 'Hu.' Second brother, that's a fox spirit. Hu San Taiye." She sniffed. "Later, later Zhang Yan's book turned a page by itself. The candle went out. The Ouija board was still moving by itself, pointing at me." Her voice grew softer and softer, until the last word was almost inaudible. Chen Jianguo looked at her, at that childlike face that didn't belong to a child, and didn't say, "That's all fake," nor did he say, "What are you thinking?" He simply moved the quilt aside and patted the edge of the kang (heated brick bed). "Come in. Close the door." Jianhua slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the kang, hugging the pillow to her chest, her head down. "Second brother, do you think the Ouija board spirit is real or fake?" Chen Jianguo thought for a moment. He remembered the dream, Xiulian standing on the platform, rolling her eyes, with a mouse crouching in her eye socket. He remembered Aunt Liu's hands as she squatted under the offering table, grabbing rice to eat. He remembered Old Mrs. Sun getting up in the middle of the night to dig a three-foot-deep pit with a shovel. He remembered Xiulian singing the "Sending Off the Immortals" tune in the freight shed, stopping her mouth at the last line. "I don't know if it's true or not," he pulled the blanket closer to her, "but don't play anymore." "I won't play anymore." She put the pillow down, burrowed under the blanket, and nestled beside him. Just like when she was little, afraid to sleep alone on thundery days, she would come to his door with her pillow. He was ten then, and she was five. Now he was seventeen, and she was fourteen. Some things had changed, some things hadn't. In the hole in the corner of the north wall, the gray rat poked its head out. It tilted its head, its bright black eyes watching the faint light shining through the crack in the door of the small house, watching the fourteen-year-old girl with her pillow walk into her brother's room, watching them fall silent, watching the door slowly close. It blinked, pulled its head back into the hole, crouched in the darkness, and used its head, which was older than all living people, to record the night.

22. 1122 昏 After I Fell into a Coma, Mom Became My Grandma 昏迷后，妈妈成了我的奶奶 Lone Moon00孤月00Mystery476k WordsCompleted I woke in a pool of blood, with a dead old man lying beside me. When I opened my eyes again, Dad was gone. Mom had become “Grandma,” called me her “good girl,” and said she was a transmigrator. I didn’t believe her. I secretly stopped taking my medicine, but my memories grew more and more deranged Did I kill someone? Am I a transmigrator? Am I a boy or a girl? When I was ten, she forced me into a ghost marriage with a paper effigy. When I was twenty, I saw a bearded man in the mirror. She had ma 6Reads—Score—Shelves
23. 1123 离 Wayward 离踪Wayward Jinqiu F锦秋FEastern Fantasy346k WordsOngoing (Moderate pace; not a wish-fulfillment story; half adventure, half road movie; light fantasy, with the amount of fantasy depending on the plot) When the sky is veiled in yellow dust, how many will remember the flash of blades from a hundred years ago? When will the century-old secrets buried in jade-green eyes finally see the light of day? Change, destinations, friendship, redemption... No one knows what they are searching for along the road. Yet that figure presses ever onward, transmigrating a 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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24. 1124 俺 The 'Heartless One' from My Village 俺屯子的“没良心” Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅7k WordsCompleted The “Heartless” One in Our Village 3Reads—Score—Shelves
25. 1125 我 My Three Little Goals 我的三个小目标 User31417505用户31417505Urban195k WordsCompleted Wang Yang, 32, was once a star product director at a major tech company, fluent in every buzzword and framework for getting users hooked and driving growth. Now he has proudly joined the ranks of the unemployed, with just 2,300 yuan in his account and a notice that his mother is critically ill arriving at the same time. Just when he thinks he has hit rock bottom, a devilish contract lands in his lap: Spend 300 million in three months. Spend it all, and he gets 50 million. Fail, and he gets n —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Nobody's watching, please give me some pointers!

26. 1126 旧 Echoes of an Old Dream? Live Toward the Sun! From Slacking Off to Finding My Purpose 旧梦回响？向阳而生！社畜从摆烂到实现人生价值 Snow-Filled Moonlight雪满月白11k WordsCompleted Echoes of Old Dreams? Growing Toward the Sun! A Corporate Drone Goes from Giving Up to Finding Life’s Purpose —Reads—Score—Shelves
27. 1127 此 Everyone Here Exists Outside the Painting 此间尽是画外人 Southern Abyss Lower Palace南渊下宫Urban320k WordsCompleted [Romance + Daily Life + Catgirls + Fox Spirits + Plant Girls + Multiple Female Leads] After graduating and losing his job, with rent weighing on him, Lin Che lives a hand-to-mouth existence in a shabby apartment in Nancheng, with no end in sight. The one bright spot in his life is Yuanbao, an orange cat he rescued. Then a barefoot young woman knocks on his door, just to borrow a bag of cat food. Lin Che: “I thought my roommates were just reclusive. Later, I found out they were nonhuman in the mo 14Reads—Score—Shelves

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    New author, new book.

28. 1128 西 Journey to the West: The Great Sage’s Darling in His Palm 西游记：大圣的掌中娇 Feng Xi O Feng Xue凤兮O凤雪Female-Channel Fanfiction192k WordsCompleted [Journey to the West + follows the original plot + soul transmigration + Tang Sanzang (original heroine) + Sun Wukong] No spoilers. If you like it, take your time reading. If you don't, no pressure. Good news: I've transmigrated again and again and again... Bad news: I've ended up in the world of Journey to the West. Good news: They're kind of handsome. Bad news: They don't want to eat me, they want to marry me. Good news: Wukong is very obedient. Bad news: There's no escaping now! Out of the Ei 920Reads—Score101Shelves

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    This is a fanfiction I wrote myself, featuring a female protagonist and Sun Wukong. If you like it, feel free to read it. If not, please don't force it, and don't comment or urge me to update. Just reading it makes me happy! 💕💕

29. 1129 我 My Cat Is Your Tigress 我家的猫是你的母老虎 Lone Moon00孤月00Sci-Fi & Apocalypse584k WordsCompleted A tabby cat lay on the table, its big eyes blinking as it stared at him... “Whose cat is this? If you won't answer, I'm keeping it.” After half of Earth is destroyed and merges with the moon, humanity awakens beast spirits. Shen Dan, the only ordinary human, finds a “white cat” in a trash heap. Then one day, a fiery big sister kicks open the clinic door. “Give me back my tigress!” He calmly pushes up his glasses. “It destroyed three of my sofas. Pay me back first.” In a world ruled by beast-spir 1Reads—Score—Shelves
30. 1130 太 Immortal of Taihe Cloud 太和云仙 Fellow Daoist Lan蓝道友Eastern Fantasy194k WordsOngoing Cultivating immortality turns him into a tycoon, and his circle of companions, spirit pets, demon beasts, and divine beings keeps growing. Though he started with the worst immortal roots, he carves out a path to survival with his innate “golden juice” and builds a private immortal domain. He travels between star domains, unlocks the mysteries of ancient kingdoms, seeks out the mighty immortals of antiquity, and uncovers the truth of reincarnation. Facing the gods’ game of chess, he presses onwar 6Reads—Score126Shelves

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    Newcomer reporting for duty.

31. 1131 黑 Black Earth, Stolen Shadows 黑土盗影 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅39k WordsCompleted Black Soil, Stolen Shadows 3Reads—Score—Shelves
32. 1132 木 A New Chapter in Konoha: The Uncrowned Leaf 木叶新篇之无冕之叶 User31417505用户31417505Anime Fanfiction404k WordsCompleted No kekkei genkai, no clan secrets, no gifts of fate. The three children from Konoha's orphanage have only the warmth of one another to lean on and minds that never forget. In a shinobi world shrouded by bloodline supremacy and heroic legends, they choose knowledge over talent, tactics to make up for chakra, and bonds to build a “home” of their own. From reclaiming barren land to sheltering tailed beasts, from developing symbiotic sage techniques to establishing an international research institut 13Reads—Score—Shelves
33. 1133 警 Warning! The Streamer You Follow Has Been Banned 警告！您关注的主播已被封禁 Charge, Furious Wind冲锋风怒Mystery612k WordsOngoing He was just a wage slave until a car accident gave him an unexpected perspective on reality through the lens of magical realism. Who would have thought the new struggle would unfold like this? You still have to hustle after you die. You still have to sell yourself after you die. You still can't get it back after you die. You still have to give even after you're dead. The villains are naturally good at misleading people. Can you see through them? The big bad has stirred up another conflict and sl 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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    It's almost over!

34. 1134 陷 The Fallen Sea 陷落海域 Potato Hash Brown马铃薯脆薯饼Two Male Leads240k WordsCompleted [Flirtatious, guiding top] VS [naive, pure-hearted puppy bottom] 1v1 + mutual pining + HE + each other’s only partner To avoid the risks of inheriting the family business and keep living as a “lazy fish,” Cen Yuelin made a decisive escape from home under cover of night. The unfamiliar coastal city was idyllic in the spring, but… he was as lonely as a dog. Following directions from a kind passerby, he hired a local college guy to be his “tour guide.” He thought it would be a simple cash-for-compa 13Reads—Score—Shelves

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    This, this, this

35. 1135 重 Reborn in 1927: Saving the Republic Through Industry 重生一九二七我靠工业拯救共和国 Southern Old Boy南方老童Urban393k WordsCompleted Shanghai’s Zhabei District, 1927. When Lin Zhenhua woke up, the smell of rust and machine oil filled his nose. His father’s machine shop had been reduced to three battered lathes, seven workers who hadn’t been paid, and a two-thousand-dollar loan-shark’s IOU. The creditor was coming to padlock the doors that afternoon. But Lin Zhenhua had the industrial blueprints of a hundred years in the future in his head. Metal suppliers, foreign trading firms, Japanese factories: no one thought much of this 244Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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    Anyone like this type? 🤔

36. 1136 迟 Love That Came Too Late! 迟来深情！ Summer Roses Are Stunning夏季的玫瑰美艳动人Modern Romance330k WordsCompleted Six years ago, on their wedding day, Mo Wen pushed his bride away with his own hands. When Shen Qi asked why, he simply said, "The wedding is off," then vanished from her world for good. Back then, Shen Qi had no idea that Mo Wen's grandfather had been poisoned to death at the wedding banquet, and that the culprits were his own maternal uncle and aunt. To avenge his grandfather and keep her from being dragged into the deadly plot, he chose the cruelest way: making her hate him. - Six year 187Reads—Score—Shelves
37. 1137 觉 Awakening Sequence: Gluttony 觉醒序列：饕餮 Blue Eucalyptus Perched on a Pagoda Tree槐栖蓝桉Urban151k WordsOngoing [Modern urban high martial arts + an ensemble cast and political intrigue + gets better and better + ...] The sun erupted in a flare, and the entire world changed. This is an arena for giant beasts, and a utopia for Sequence holders. Outside the settlements, giant beasts slaughter one another and hunt humans. Inside, everyone lives in fear, mistrusting one another. It seems they're all killing each other. And I'm caught in it too, killing and being killed. —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    I just came across this recently, and it seems pretty good.

38. 1138 山 Adventures in the Mountains and Seas and Cultivation 山海冒险与修仙 Dragon Soul of Mountains and Seas山海龙魂Eastern Fantasy1.2M WordsOngoing A new book is here! The story mainly follows ordinary people on adventures. Their abilities and strength are unclear, though they have powerful cheat abilities. Early on, they tend to stay hidden and react passively, and their powers are unknown. Staying alive comes first. Cultivation and the pursuit of immortality will only take control of the protagonist later on. A realistic story with an unconventional ensemble cast, a world combining Eastern and Western fantasy, cultivation, and a very slow 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    It's written in a plain and simple style, so-so. You can take a look if you're interested.

39. 1139 白 Baihu A Yao 白狐阿瑶 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅20k WordsCompleted A Yao the White Fox —Reads—Score—Shelves
40. 1140 窥 The Yin Peeker 窥阴人 Potato Peeler刨洋芋Mystery385k WordsOngoing Yin and yang are distinct, and life and death belong to separate realms. Only the “Watcher of the Underworld” can travel between them, communicate with spirits and gods, and lay resentful souls to rest. Chen Sanyi was supposed to be dead! A chance encounter with a bronze coin let him walk the boundary between yin and yang, helping the living, the dead, and even demons cross over... Behind every eerie case lies a hidden web of cause and effect. Between the realms of yin and yang, who is really pr —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Look at the kids! 🥺🥺

41. 1141 大 The Demon Catcher of Great Qi 大亓捉妖人 Three Thousand Miles of Spring Breeze春风叁千里Eastern Fantasy1.6M WordsOngoing Demons run rampant across Great Qi, bringing misery to the people. Ding Fan, a demon hunter in the Imperial Demon-Suppression Bureau, is driven by a deep-seated hatred of demons and travels far and wide to hunt them. At first, his cultivation is weak, and powerful demons often abduct him. Though danger lurks everywhere, he also encounters countless opportunities. He joins a sect, obtains a famed sword, and masters the Nine Swords of Tai Bai. From then on, he cuts down demons and cultivates along 3.8kReads9.2Score367Shelves

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    A new fantasy cultivation novel is gaining popularity; please support it!

42. 1142 龙 Dragon Ascendant, Seven Apertures 龙腾七窍 Tomato Loach番茄泥鳅Ancient Romance52k WordsCompleted No one could have expected that the sudden accident on the banks of the Yellow River would set people on entirely different paths through life. Fate loves to spring unexpected collisions on us. What comes out of them are vastly different fortunes and hardships. And the people we meet along the way, each encounter quietly nudges us toward a completely different future and destination. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
43. 1143 执 I Wield My Sword to Protect All Life, Yet the Immortal Sect Forces Me to the Summit 执剑护苍生，仙门却逼我站在巅峰 Xu Chunsi续春肆Fantastical Romance403k WordsOngoing [Ensemble cast of prodigies + ancient political intrigue + two powerful, devoted leads + strong heroine with no saintly streak + swordsmanship + ice spirit root + satisfying face-slapping + slow-burn development] (I’m not very good at writing openings, so feel free to skip ahead to Chapter 5.) Xu Huainian, daughter of a general of Zhao. At fourteen, she took up her sword and joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, vowing to protect all living beings through the way of the sword. “As the daughter of a m 221Reads—Score109Shelves

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    The female protagonist is the daughter of a military family, with a heart for the common people. Even if her enemies are stronger than her, she will fight for a chance to survive. Talented individuals from all over the country gather because of her. On her path to becoming a sword immortal, she discovers she is bound by a restriction, caused by a Gu poison cast on her mother. The protagonist then cultivates and unravels the mystery, uncovering the secrets of her past generation while becoming the supreme swordsman. This book is an ensemble piece, a female-centric story, featuring numerous secret realms and cultivation techniques. The best part is how cool the female protagonist is when fighting monsters. There's also the inner sect competition, where renowned talents from all over the country fiercely compete for a place in the inner sect.

44. 1144 帮 After I Cured My Senior Sister's Poison, She Wanted to Become My Dao Companion 帮师姐解毒后她竟想做我的道侣 Old Hao Chen陈年老皓Eastern Fantasy598k WordsOngoing [One Heroine] [Two Strong Leads, Both Devoted] [Lots of Heroine Scenes] [Sweet Everyday Interactions] [Gradual Romance] Chen Hao transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation with an incomplete spiritual root. Assigned to the menial workers' quarters of the Wandao Sect, he is bullied by everyone. Fortunately, his System activates and repairs his spiritual root, finally setting him on the path to immortality. One day, Luo Fanshuang, the sect's aloof and otherworldly senior sister and a Golden 4.2kReads8.1Score483Shelves

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    For fans of single-female-lead fantasy and pure romance, this is a must-read! [Single-female-lead fantasy cultivation] [Plot] [Time travel] [Pure romance, light and refreshing] Luo Fanshuang is the senior disciple of the Wandao Sect, aloof and ethereal, a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy, universally acknowledged as the "Heavenly Moon." No one knows that this celestial being has fallen for a seemingly useless disciple from the menial courtyard, a disciple with incomplete spiritual roots. Only Luo Fanshuang herself knows the earth-shattering secret hidden within that seemingly insignificant junior brother. When her life hung by a thread due to the onset of the cold poison, he was the one who saved her. When the demons broke the seal and the sect was destroyed, he, with his Qi Refining body, single-handedly protected the entire Wandao Sect. The world sighs at the senior disciple's protectiveness, spoiling this menial junior brother rotten. But they don't know that from beginning to end, it was that seemingly useless junior brother who stood before her, shielding her from all the storms. And Chen Hao can only say: At first, I really just wanted to help my senior sister detoxify!

45. 1145 被 My Parents Called Me a Monster for Twenty Years, Then Sold Me for Three Million 被父母叫了二十年怪物，他们把我卖了三百万 Late Sin迟罪8k WordsCompleted My parents called me a monster for twenty years, then sold me for three million 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    All new books!!!

46. 1146 阴 Yin-Yang Eye Realtor: Selling Haunted Houses in Chongqing 阴阳眼中介：我在重庆卖凶宅 Listening to the Wind in the Wilds山野聆风Mystery632k WordsCompleted A novel inspired by local Chongqing legends and historical anecdotes. This story is entirely fictional. As a child, the protagonist gained the ability to see yin and yang from a Qing dynasty skeleton. His family’s ancestral ledger is filled with secrets of old Chongqing. The folklore is meticulously researched, with traceable details ranging from place names and historical anecdotes to traditional remedies and feng shui formations. Each haunted house seems like a self-contained case, but in trut 200Reads8.3Score—Shelves

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    New author, new book, first time

47. 1147 弑 God-Slaying Fairy Tales: Reverse the Hunt 弑神童话，反向逃杀 Flowers from Trees木生花Mystery151k WordsCompleted Fairy tales are all lies. An Ge understands that better than anyone. They are dragged into a strange fairy-tale world where Little Red Riding Hood eats people, the curse of Sleeping Beauty spreads into reality, and the bloody “true ending” is carved into the back of every happy story. Want to escape? Sure. Complete every chapter. Don't be turned into a tree, don't be turned to candy, and don't let the reflection in the mirror eat you. But they don't know... At the edge of this world, there are o 33Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Please watch 💕💕💕

48. 1148 送 I Deliver Takeout, and a Natural Disaster Possesses Me from the Start 送外卖的我，开局被天灾附身 Frost Descent霜降丶Urban619k WordsCompleted This story has no System, and you’ll need to use your head while reading. If that’s not for you, don’t come in. A strange food delivery order awakens the disaster-class supernatural entity Rahu inside delivery driver Jiang Huai. To avoid being assimilated by the disaster-class Rahu and losing his soul, he is forced to embark on the path of becoming a spiritual arts practitioner. 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The story of a boy named Jiang Huai, his journey of growth and redemption.

49. 1149 师 My Master’s Wife Is the Goddess I’ve Secretly Loved 师娘是我暗恋的女神 Lin Mo Yuer林墨鱼儿Sports406k WordsCompleted [Secret identities + love-triangle showdown + healing] In the game, I'm Moyan, the genius apprentice she raised herself. In real life, I'm Chen Mo, the timid junior student she wouldn't even dare look at. I thought my unrequited love would never see the light of day, until a "newbie" joined our team. Her act was full of holes, and I could barely keep my mind on teaching her. Then, at the competition, she dropped her disguise and swept the field with my master's signature sniper technique. The wh 11Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The hardest thing isn't choosing between two options, but knowing you'll let one of them down when faced with a choice where both are good.

50. 1150 从 From Ambulance Driver to Rebuilder 从救护车到重建者 Venerable Tiande天德尊者Sci-Fi & Apocalypse847k WordsCompleted From saving lives in a white coat, to serving as a local administrator, to leading troops to reclaim lost territory, Wang Weimin and his companions have traveled a road to reconstruction paved with blood, sweat, and hope. The waters of the Qing River will one day wash away the filth of Y City, and their unshakable resolve will restore their home to glory. 20Reads—Score—Shelves

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